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I fall asleep on the moving chair
the surrounding tick of a clicking clock
And the tangling of my insides ralling for another air
at that pace sounds the old weeping tears of a coming bright
Behold there over a running sky
my whispering of a telling lie
echoing soundness of a dying day
placed upon the emptying talk
my darling oh fairer take that as a loving hand
its there, for you, itself, to send me another lie
Im prying with my standing mind
a thinner, thinkering astounding bye
i´ll be lightining on my steering of your tempting kind
start a raid on the backyard there
my arms lifting the moon above you
a playing of the children came
what i have done you really felt to
in thy birthing oh my plain ol’ rare
i’ve never thought i could be split in two
a risking in the time to bear
i swear i’m not showing off a virtue
the winding while it disturbs your hair
or a place where theres no more earth
as if someone has on to me done voodoo
like a cute whitesy fare
a moment to just hold on there
i assure you the inspiration here
had nothing to do with ears
or the writings done real clear
of a never being after kiss
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